One of my recurring “nightmares” is being a goofy old pupil amongst twinks and bitchy teens at a High School for youngsters – just like you see on TV. Think Riverdale. A gentle wave of derision ripples towards me as I walk into the classroom to take my seat…

I keep having this nightmare even today!

Well, I did it.

In January, 1986 I vowed never again to teach Alexander-style chair and table work.

For the first year of my teaching after Marj visit to Sydney, my old students discovered there would be no more table work.

New students never knew the difference, but the old students didn’t like it:

My future brother-in-law accompanied Marjorie Barstow’s (1899~1996) on her first trip to Australia in 1986. I organised it with my sister, and we kicked off the visit with a teachers’ workshop in the Snowy Mountains.

The venue did not have enough space, so I hired a colossal tent to conduct the workshops. Then it rained and rained – the tent leaked – and by day two, we were in the workshop space that I had deemed too small.